Page 116 of Full Throttle

“I know that. I just—”

“Quiet,” I ordered, gripping her jaw now as her eyes lifted back up to mine. “We’re going in there in front of our fucking family and I’m claiming you. Everyone at that table is going to know who you belong to, whose protection you have. That understood?”

Her eyes dilated at the same time her lips parted, a flush rising in her cheeks.

My eyes were hooded as I tilted my head to the side. “You like that, baby?” I murmured; my voice rough now.

She nodded.

“You like belonging to me? Knowing that everyone in this city—in this world—is going to know you belong to me?” I pressed.

Her answer came out breathy. “Yes. All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours.”

I closed my eyes as her words struck true, hitting me right in the soul. “Fucking hell,” I muttered as I moved my hands, wrapping my arms around her. She rested her head on my shoulder for a few moments, the fruity scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils. “Gonna have to stop saying the sweet shit, baby, or I’m bending you over my hood,” I warned.

Her body tightened in my arms as she lifted her head. “Please,” she rasped.

I blinked.

Her eyes widened. “N-not now, of course,” she stammered. “We have a meeting and shit to do, but you know…later.”

I blinked again. “You want me to bend you over the hood of my car?”

She bit her lip, nodding slowly.

My cock twitched again. “Jesus, Nik.”

She read me, and a slow smile spread across her face as she rose up to her toes, her lips finding my ear. “I’ve been fantasizing about that for years, Cain. Help a girl out and make her dream come true.”

My hands dropped to her ass, holding her to me as I growled. “You’re not going to be able to stand halfway through. I’m gonna have to hold you up by the hips and fuck you until I fill you.”

She whimpered.

“Gonna have to use that needy cunt, baby. You sure you want that?”

She nodded against me, her nails digging into my shoulders now through my shirt.

My phone dinged, and I knew it was one of the boys telling me the meeting was starting. I bit down, grinding my teeth together as I tried to get my dick to calm down. I didn’t have time to fuck her again, and that was a fucking shame.

My hand moved on its own, spanking her hard through her jeans. She gasped, pulling away from me. “What was that for?”

“For turning me on before this fucking meeting,” I growled, frustrated I couldn’t take her here. “I can’t walk into a Mafia meet with a fucking hard-on, you little brat.”

She pressed her lips together as her eyes dropped to the front of my jeans. Grunting, I turned her away from me, slapping her ass again. “Get your shit from the car,” I ordered.

As she walked away from me, I pinched the bridge of my nose and bent my head, needing to get into the right head space. A few seconds later, Nik called my name, and when I raised my head again, I was ready.

Sex was the last thing on my mind now, but that didn’t stop me from holding my woman’s hand as we walked into Oasis.

As always, we were greeted with the sheer grandeur of the building. The garage was quiet, the bar unmanned as the dying glow of the sunset outside peered through the high windows. Jer and Collin were in the showroom talking with Dean Connors, who had his back to us. Leon and Dontell were standing by Leon’s Audi, which was currently in bay one of the garage, talking to Collin’s wife, Kay. Amara and Mina were at the table, standing with Casey, talking about something serious given the look on their faces. Sullie and Dom were sitting at the table, one on their phone and the other cleaning his gun.

The metal door slammed closed behind us, and all heads snapped to us.

Then all eyes dropped down to our conjoined hands.

Before anyone could say anything, I said, “Nik is mine and I’m hers. That clear?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nik look up at me, and I could feel the heat of her gaze. Jer was the first one to break the silence that followed my declaration. “Crystal,” he said as Dean moved to the side, revealing the Oasis leader completely. His arms were folded over his chest, his eyes flicking back and forth between us. “I assume that means she’s under your protection.”

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